Chapter Text
It has barely been five days.
Five days since the unmistakable mishap.
Five days since The King of Hell has been contemplating his life choices.
Let's rewind.
Five days ago, Alastor had his rut very early. He hated intimacy, he was asexual, but he could not prevent this.
Lucifer had the misfortune of entering Alastor's room without permission.
Assuming you put those two situations together, you understand what happened in that room.
Voices mixed with the sound of the bed creaking and skin slapping together. It went on for hours.
And now here was Lucifer, vomiting up his will to live in his bathroom.
After his catastrophic situation passed, he sat on the white tiled floor of his bathroom. Panting heavily.
First of all, he was confused.
He shouldn't be able to get sick.
He didn't suspect anything happening from that unfortunate event. It's only been five days.
He tried to ignore it as much as possible. Going about his day like nothing happened, of course neither men wanted to speak of that moment of intimacy.
But then strange things started happening.
Lucifer hated sour things. He was more into sweet pastries.
Yet he found himself holding a jar of pickles in the kitchen, then immediately shoving it back when he realized what he was doing.
In the present..
Lucifer was halfway down the staircase when a wave of nausea hit him.
He retreated to his room with a puff of red smoke taking his place on the steps.
Charlie was mid greeting him.
"Dad?!"
Alastor stared at the spot he had disappeared with mild amusement.
He hummed in thought before disappearing to the shadows. He found himself leaning against the wall of Lucifer's room right outside his bathroom.
"My my! What a pathetic performance this morning from our dear King! N-"
He was interrupted by the sounds of Lucifer retching and gagging into the toilet.
Alastor did not react obviously. But his grin shrunk. Just an inch.
Lucifer was finally able to take a breath.
".. I'm too exhausted for your jokes..."
"Expected."
"Shut it."
Alastor glanced at the door as it creaked open, revealing a somehow pale Lucifer.
"You look pathetic."
"I think I remember telling you to shut up."
"I think I couldn't care less."
"Shut. Up"
Alastor opened the door wider to get a proper look at him, eyes tracing him up at down.
Lucifer raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Simply observing."
"Observing doesn't look like that."
"Observing doesn't always look the same."
"Are you checking to see if I'm okay?"
Silence.
".. No."
"You hesitated."
"I was lost in thought."
"You were concerned"
"The only thing I'm concerned about is the fact you are still as annoying as ever even when you're at your lowest. Surprising you could get any lower."
"The fuck you say?"
"I think you heard me."
"Why is my height dragged into every conversation?"
"It amuses me."
"Charmed."
Silence once again.
Lucifer glared at Alastor.
Alastor glared back.
"I shall take my leave"
"Leave"
They both said at the same time before Alastor disappeared into the shadows.
Lucifer stayed cooped up in his room.
He did not eat.
He tried to sleep.
That was going terribly.
Then, suddenly, so suddenly it was like the sun randomly exploded, Lucifer felt faint power surging through him from his stomach and spreading out throughout his body.
"What the-?"
Then he felt it. A faint source of power in his lower abdomen.
"Shit... No no no- what the fuck?!"
"That- that shouldn't be possible it's only been five days!"
"Unless.."
He quickly pulled out his phone and began his hurried research on deer. Specifically for conceiving.
24-48 hours.
24-48 hours was the amount of time it usually took for a female deer to bear a fawn after rut.
And considering Lucifer wasn't a deer, five days seemed to be just the right amount of time.
".. Fuck."
He stood and paced around the room. Hands gripping his hair.
".. I should dispose of them. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."
He was preparing to use his power on his lower abdomen, but he felt the tiny surge of energy from there again, this time, he felt three seperate sources.
He hesitated.
These were three innocent lives.
His three children.
Alastor's children...
No! Alastor should have been out of the picture.
He balled his hands to fists by his side.
"I'm gonna kill him."
He growled.
His six wings stretched out, his red horns grew. His eyes became red.
He barged into Alastor's room. Nearly ripping the door off its hinges.
"YOU."
"My goodness! What do we have here?"
His grin widened. But it was tight.
What did Lucifer want?
Lucifer lunged forward and tackled him to the ground.
Alastor was caught off guard
"You- What are you doing?"
"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
"WHAT?!"
Alastor's room was now covered in his shadows.
Tendrils climbed up the walls.
A few were blocking the door.
Another batch was attempting to pull Lucifer away.
Lucifer's hormones became stronger and he started crying.
Alastor's grin twitched as he stared at him with pure confusion.
"Get out."
"No! You did this!"
Alastor prepared to throw him across the room with his tendrils.
But Lucifer spilled before any harm could be done.
"I'm pregnant you fucker!"
Silence.
The tendrils backed away.
Alastor was appalled.
"What?"
"You heard me!"
"That shouldn't be possible."
"It is!"
"I'm a sinner."
"And my royal blood mixed with yours!"
Silence once more.
The shadows around the room disappeared.
Slowly.
Alastor was surprisingly gentle.
Well, made sense.
It was his biggest wish.
A family.
"Get out."
Lucifer didn't move.
Alastor didn't force him or throw him across the room.
Lucifer was confused.
He thought Alastor was gonna get mad and throw him out.
How come he isn't making any move to dispose of the children?
Did he..
No.
He was a cruel sinner.
He shouldn't care.
He killed and ate people for a living.
".. Alastor."
"What."
"You aren't trying to kill them."
"Why would I?"
The silence came once more.
It was deafening.
"... Why wouldn't you?"
Alastor paused.
Lucifer noticed.
"You're hesitating."
"Shut it."
"You care."
"No."
His answer was a bit late. Late enough that Lucifer knew he was lying.
"You're lying."
"Fuck you."
"You already did that."
"Lucifer."
"Alastor."
Alastor pushed Lucifer off him.
Gently.
Too gently.
"..."
He groaned. His smile tight.
"How bad is the nausea?"
Lucifer whipped his head around back at him.
"What?"
"What."
"Was that concern?"
"It was a normal question."
"Your questions shouldn't be normal."
"Just answer the damn question."
"Horrible."
"How unfortunate."
Alastor's eyes flicked down to Lucifer's stomach.
Lucifer noticed.
"...You care."
Alastor paused.
For too long.
Lucifer's mind was racing.
The Radio Demon cared?
Why?
How?
He ate people.
He killed people.
Yet he didn't kill the little ones.
Alastor hesitated before groaning once more.
...
"Can I feel?"
"What?"
"What."
"You actually care? Like, for sure care?"
"Simply observing."
"You didn't deny it."
"Shut up."
"You care."
"That's my child."
"You- what did you say?"
Silence.
Lucifer grinned and poked his forehead.
"Possesive of your children already?"
Alastor paused.
"Plural?"
"Yes."
"Two?"
"Three."
"Three?!"
"You were pretty rou-"
"Not another word from that night."
Alastor's gaze remained on the children.
Soft.
Just a little.
But Lucifer, again, noticed.
His gaze softened too.
"... You can feel."
Alastor looked up at him in silent gratitude.
His hand hesitatingly moved forward.
Slowly.
Then ended up on his lower abdomen.
He could feel faint remnants of his own power in there mixed with Lucifer's.
"Three..."
Lucifer looked confused and uncomfortable.
Not uncomfortable from his touch.
But uncomfortable because of how drastically things changed.
".. Alastor?"
He didn't answer, seemingly lost in thought.
Admiring his children.
"Alastor."
"Hm?"
"What do we do?"
...
"Whatever you're comfortable with."
...
Suddenly a wave of dizziness hit him.
Right.
He hadn't eaten.
He wobbled.
"Lucifer?"
Lucifer fell forward.
Alastor caught him in his arms.
Brows furrowed as he analyzed Lucifer.
"You haven't eaten."
Lucifer grunted.
Alastor sighed and lifted him.
He put him on his armchair.
He summoned a bowl of chicken soup into his hands dispensed by his shadows.
He summoned a spoon as well.
He lifted a spoonful to Lucifer's mouth.
"Eat."
"Nauseous..."
"You must eat anyway."
"Nooo..."
Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand.
Lucifer grunted and tried to get up.
Alastor grabbed him before he could move.
"No."
Lucifer got up.
Alastor pulled him.
Lucifer stumbled forward and landed on Alastor.
The soup spilled from the spoon.
Alastor grunted.
His smile twitched.
Lucifer tried to get off Alastor.
But...
His scent.
Something about it.
It made him less nauseous.
Resulting in him nuzzling against Alastor and falling asleep right there.
Alastor froze.
"Fuck.."
He sighed and sat properly on his armchair.
He let Lucifer stay there.
He did not know why.
He just did what his instinct told him to do.
Protect the children.
Protect their mother.
Protect him.